Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Excepter,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.